[Lup's a frequent patron of the speakeasy, especially on those earlier days in the month, where the liches in charge give them a little bit of a break as all of the newbies come crashing into the city. And this month is no exception.

She's out on her own for the evening, cruising for conversation, free drinks, and a few folks to drag to the dance floor. And unfortunately for Sanji, it looks like he's the first one to land in the elf's sights.

She flashes him a charming, toothy grin, a hand running up to give her shorter hair an artful ruffle, both of her long ears perked upwards in interest.]

Well, I was comin' over here to see if you wanted to dance, my dude, but if you'd rather we drink, I'm down for that too.